Thursday, June 30, 2011



The smiling eyes like deep blue pools of love,
Delicious drowning feeling every call I make,
A flash of our seventh heaven lunch in Wien.

The lovely feeling as you nestle in my pocket,
Forever with me, good vibrations, but apart,
This lonely traveller is sleeping with you now.

Ten thousand miles, so far but yet, so near,
Another week before my blue turns bright,
In your “Hi, good morning” arms again.

Ian Beckett (Poems of Life and Death, Love and Passion)

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